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BORROWINGS 


A  Compilation  of  Helpful  Thoughts  from 
Great  Authors 


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San  Francisco 

William  Doxey,  Publisher 

1891 


Copyright,  1891 

BY 

Wm.  Doxey 


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The  compilers  acknomtki^e,-wiih  grateful  thanks, 
the  courtesy  of  Messrs.  Houghton,  Mifflin  and 
Company,  Harper  Brothers,  Roberts  Brothers, 
Dr.  Edward  W.  Emerson,  and  others,  in  allowing 
the  insertion  of  selections  from  works  of  which 
they  own  the  copyright. 


I     DO    NOT    NUMBER     MY     BORROWINGS  ;      I     WEIGH 

THEM.      And    had    I    designed    to    raise    their 

VALUE      BY     THEIR      NUMBER,      I      HAD      MADE     THEM 
TWICE  AS   MANY.  -Montaigne. 


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The  world  does   not   require   so   much  to 

BE   informed   as    TO    BE    REMINDED. 

— Hannah  More. 


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THE    NOBLE    NATURE 

It  is  not  growing  like  a  tree 

In  bulk,  doth  make  man  better  be  ; 

Or  standing  long  an  oak,  three  hundred  year, 

To  fall  a  log  at  last,  dry,  bald  and  sear : 
A  lily  of  a  day 
Is  fairer  far  in  May, 
Although  it  fall  and  die  that  night, — 
It  was  the  plant  and  flower  of  light. 

In  small  proportions  we  just  beauties  see ; 

And  in  short  measures  life  may  perfect  be. 

— 7Je»  Jonson 


We  find  in  life  exactly  what  we  put  in  it. 

— Entersen. 

Duty  done  is  the  soul's  fireside. 

— Brmvning. 

Can  a  man  help  imitating  that  with  which  he  holds 
reverential  converse  ?  —Plato. 

Discretion  of  speech  is  more  than  eloquence. 

— Bacon. 

Is  anything  more  wonderful  than  another,  if  you 
consider  it  maturely?  I  have  seen  no  man  rise  from 
the  dead;  I  have  seen  some  thousands  rise  from 
nothing.  I  have  not  force  to  fly  into  the  sun,  but  I 
have  force  to  lift  my  hand,  which  is  equally  strange. 

— Carlyle. 

As  you  grow  ready  for  it,  somewhere  or  other  you 
will  find  what  is  needful  for  you,  in  a  book,  or  a 
friend,  or,  best  of  all,  in  your  own  thoughts,  the  eter- 
nal thought  speaking  in  your  thought. 

— George  Macdonald. 

A  house  is  no  home  unless  it  contain  food  and  fire 
for  the  mind  as  well  as  for  the  body. 

— Margaret  Fuller  Ossoli, 


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TRUE    REST. 

Rest  is  not  quitting 

The  busy  career ; 
Rest  is  the  fitting 

Of  self  to  its  sphere  : 

'Tis  loving  and  serving 

The  highest  and  best ; 
'Tis  onward,  unswerving, 

And  that  is  true  rest. 

— John  S.  Dwight, 


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Manners  are  the  happy  ways  of  doing  things.  .    . 
If  they  are  superficial,  so  are  the  dewdrops,   which 
give  such  a  depth  to  the  morning  meadow. 

— Emerson. 

A  higher  morahty,  like  a  higher  intelligence,  must 

be  reached  by  a  slow  growth.  —Herbert  spencer. 

Oh,  the  little  birds  sang  east,  and  the  little  birds 

sang  west, 
And   I  smiled  to  think  God's   greatness  flowed 

around  our  incompleteness. 
Round  our  restlessness.  His  rest. 

— Mrs.  Browning. 

Then  wisely  weigh 
Our  sorrow  with  our  comfort. 

—  The  Tempest. 

Books  are  embalmed  minds. 

— Bovee. 

Great  men  seem  to  be  a  part  of  the  infinite, 
brothers  of  the  mountains  and  the  seas.       —ingersoU. 

"Truth  can  be  outraged  by  silence  quite  as  cruelly 
as  by  speech." 

It  was  a  dark,  chill,  misty  morning,  like  to  end  in 
rain;  one  of  those  mornings  when  even  happy  people 
take  refuge  in  their  hopes.  —George  Eliot. 

Habit  is  a  cable  ;  we  weave  a  thread  of  it  every 
day,  and  at  last  we  cannot  break  it.      —Horace  Mann. 

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The  wisest  man  could  ask  no  more  of  fate 
Than  to  be  simple,  modest,  manly,  true, 
Safe  from  the  many,  honored  by  the  few  ; 
Nothing  to  court  in  Church,  or  World,  or  State, 
But  inwardly  in  secret  to  be  great. 

— LowelL 


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A    PRAYER    FOR    LIGHT    AND    PEACE. 

Immortal  Love,  within  whose  righteous  will 

Is  always  peace ; 
O  pity  me,  storm-tossed  on  waves  of  ill. 

Let  passion  cease  ; 
Come  down  in  power  within  my  heart  to  reign, 
For  I  am  weak,  and  struggle  has  been  vain. 

The  days  are  gone,  when  far  and  wide  my  will 

Drove  me  astray  ; 
And  now  I  fain  would  climb  the  arduous  hill. 

That  narrow  way. 
Which  leads  through  mist  and  rocks  to  Thine  abode, 
Toiling  for  man  and  Thee,  Almighty  God. 

Whate'er  of  pain  Thy  loving  hand  allot 

I  gladly  bear; 
Only,  O  Lord,  let  peace  be  not  forgot, 

Nor  yet  Thy  care  ; 
Freedom  from  storms  and  wild  desires  within, 
Peace  from  the  fierce  oppression  of  my  sin. 

So  may  I,  far  away,  when  eveninjj  falls 

On  life  and  love, 
Arrive  at  last  the  holy,  happy  halls, 

With  Thee  above ; 
Wounded  yet  healed,  sin  laden  yet  forgiven. 
And  sure  that  goodness  is  my  only  Heaven. 

— Stof/ord  A.  Brooke^ 
(In  MS.  not  published.) 


The  chief  want  in  hfe  is  somebody  who  shall  make 

us  do  the  best  we  can.  —Emerson. 

Security  is  mortal's  chiefest  enemy. 

— Macbeth. 

And  truth  is  this  to  me,  and  that  to  thee. 

—  Tennyson. 

Faith  must  become  active  through  works.  Deeds 
must  spring  spontaneously  from  the  divine  life  within 

the  soul.  —C.  W.  Wendte. 

Actions,  looks,  words,— steps  from  the  alphabet 
by  which  you  spell  character.  —Lavater. 

Man's  unhappiness  comes,  in  part,  from  his  great- 
ness. There  is  an  infinite  in  him,  which,  with  all  his 
cunning,  he  cannot  quite  bury  under  the  finite. 

— Carlyle. 

A  calm  more  awful  is  than  storm. 
Beware  of  calms  in  any  form. 

This  life  means  action.  —Joaquin  MUier. 

No  man  can  possibly  improve  in  any  company  for 
which  he  has  not  respect  enough  to  be  under  some 
degree  of  restraint.  —Chesterfield. 


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If  any    one    remains    modest    under    blame,   be 

assured  he  is  so.  —jean  Paul. 

Do  not  say  all  that  you  know,  but  always  know 

what  you  say.  ^Claudius. 

Occasional  depression  no  one  can  avoid,  but  ill 
temper,  everybody.  -Feuchtersieben. 

I  am  not  dreaming.  I  am  not  deluded.  Nearer  to 
the  grave  new  light  streams  for  me.  We  shall  con- 
tinue to  exist.     We  shall  see  each  other  again. 

— Goethe. 

Intense,  unfathomed  broods  the  human  soul, 
It  feels — not  knows — there  is  a  clue  divine. 

That  leads  us  with  sweet  music  to  the  goal 

Where  kindred  hands  stretch  out  to  thine  and 

mine.  _ /.  S.  Woods. 

There  are  a  thousand  hacking  at  the  branches  of 
evil,  to  one  who  is  striking  at  the  root.  —Thoreau. 

If  you  loved  only  what  were  worth  your  love. 
Love  were  clear  gain,  and  wholly  well  for  you. 
Make  the  low  nature  better  by  your  throes, 
Give  earth  yourself,  go  up  for  gain  above. 

— Browning. 

That  there  are  so  many  spiritual  capacities  in  man 
which  he  cannot  develop  in  this  life,  points  to  a  better 
and  more  harmonious  future.  —Goethe. 

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Genius  is  eternal  patience. 

— Michael  A  ngelo» 

Make  each  day  a  critic  on  the  last. 

—Pope. 

I  am  glad  you  can  elevate  your  life  with  a  doubt, 
for  I  am  sure  that  it  is  nothing  but  an  insatiable  faith 
after  all  that  deepens  and  darkens  its  current,  and 
your  doubt  and  my  confidence  are  only  a  difference 

of  expression.  —Tkoreau. 

What  wealth  it  is  to  have  such  friends  that  we  can- 
not think  of  them  without  elevation.  —Thoreau. 

Prejudice  corrupts  the  taste,  as  it  perverts  the  judg- 
ment, in  all  the  concerns  of  life.  —Racine. 

Intend  honestlv  and  leave  the  event  to  God. 

Friendship — one  soul  in  two  bodies. 

— Pythagoras. 

Point  thy  tongue  on  the  anvil  of  truth. 

— Pindar. 

You  should  forgive  many  things  in  others,  nothing 
in  yourself.  —Ausonius. 

Learn  to  stand  in  awe  of  thyself. 

— Dentocritus. 

The  will  of  the  present  is  the  key  to  the  future, 
and  moral  character  is  eternal  destiny. 

— Horatio  Stebbins. 


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Thanks  to  the  human  heart  by  which  we  live, 
Thanks  to  its  tenderness,  its  joys  and  fears. 

To  me  the  meanest  flower  that  blows  can  give 
Thoughts  that  do  often  lie  too  deep  for  tears. 

—  Wordsworth . 

Silently  one  by  one,   in  the  infinite  meadows  of 

heaven. 
Blossomed  the  lovely  stars,  the  forget-me-nots  of 

the  angels.  —Longfellow 

For  good  ye  are,  and  bad,  and  like  to  coin, 
Some  true,  some  false,  but  every  one  of  you 
Stamped  with  the  image  of  the  king. 

—Tennyson, 


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There  is  no  unbelief. 
Whoever  plants  a  leaf  beneath  the  sod, 
And  waits  to  see  it  push  away  the  clod, 

He  trusts  in  God. 

Whoever  says,  when  clouds  are  in  the  sky, 

llBe  patient,  heart,  light  breaketh  by  andUb^ 

Trusts  the  Most  High. 

Whoever  sees,  'neath  winter's  field  of  snow, 
The  silent  harvest  of  the  future  grow, 
God's  power  must  know. 

Whoever  lies  down  on  his  couch  to  sleep. 
Content  to  lock  each  sense  in  slumber  deep. 
Knows  God  will  keep. 

Whoever  says  "to-morrow,"  "the  unknown," 
"  The  future,"  trusts  unto  that  Power  alone 
He  dares  disown 

The  heart  that  looks  on  when  the  eyelids  close, 
And  dares  to  live  when  life  has  only  woes, 
God's  comfort  knows. 

There  is  no  unbelief; 
And,  day  by  day  and  night,  unconsciously 
The  heart  lives  by  that  faith  the  lips  deny. 

God  knows  the  why.  —Lizzie  York  Case. 


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A  face  that  had  a  story  to  tell.  How  different 
are  faces  in  this  particular !  Some  of  them  speak  not; 
they  are  books  in  which  not  a  line  is  written,  save 
perhaps  a  date.  —Longfellow. 

Only  in  the  loves  we  have  for  others  than  our- 
selves, can  we  truly  live — or  die.  —Phillips  Brooks. 

"Happiness  is  a  perfume  you  cannot  pour  on 
others  without  getting  a  few  drops  yourself." 

And  let  him  go  where  he  will,  he  can  only  find  so 
much  beauty  or  worth  as  he  carries.  —Emerson. 

The  years  have  taught  some  sweet,  some  bitter 

lessons,  none 
Wiser  than  this,  to  spend  in  all  things  else. 
But  of  old  friends  to  be  most  miserly.        —Lowell. 

No  two  things  differ  more  than  hurry  and  dispatch. 
Hurry  is  the  mark  of  a  weak  mind ;  dispatch,  of  a 
strong  one.  —Coiton. 

The  night  is  long  that  never  finds  the  day. 

—Macbeth. 

The  time  never  comes  when  a  reconstruction  does 
not  imperil  some  great  interest.  —Heber  Newion. 

To  have  what  we  want,  is  riches ;  but  to  be  able  to 

do  without,  is  power.  —George  Macdonald. 

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A  friend  is  a  person  with  whom  I  may  be  sincere. 
Before  him  I  may  think  aloud.  —Ejnerson. 

Good  taste  rejects  excessive  nicety;  it  treats  little 
things  as  little  things.  —Fenelon. 

Into  the  well  which  supplies  thee  with  water,  cast 

no  stones.  —Talmud. 

Rightly  employed,  the  reason  is  not  a  check  to 
piety,  but  is  its  regulator.  It  chastens  and  refines  the 
flame  of  devotion  in  the  human  heart,  but  does  not 

put  it  out.  —C.  IV.  Wendte. 

Culture  is  the  power  which  makes  a  man  capable 
of  appreciating  the  life  around  him,  and  the  power  of 
making  that  life  worth  appreciating.  —Maiiock. 

What  else  can  joy  be  but  diffusing  joy? 

— Byron. 

Books  give  to  all  who  faithfully  use  them,  the 
spiritual  presence  of  the  best  and  greatest  of  our 

race.  — Channing, 

The  moving  Finger  writes,  and  having  writ, 
Moves  on  ;  nor  all  your  piety  nor  wit 
Can  lure  it  back  to  cancel  half  a  line, 
Nor  all  your  tears  wipe  out  a  word  of  it. 

— Fitzgerald^ s  Omar  Khayyam. 
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In  all  the  superior  people  I  have  met  I  notice 
directness — truth  spoken  more  truly,  as  if  everything 
of  obstruction,    of  malformation,  had  been  trained 

away.  Emerson. 

Doubtful  ills  do  plague  us  worst. 

— Seneca, 

We  can  finish  nothing  in  this  life  ;  but  we  may 
make  a  beginning,  and  bequeath  a  noble  example. 

— Smiles. 

I  never  could  believe  that  Providence  had  sent  a 
few  men  into  the  world  ready  booted  and  spurred  to 
ride,  and  millions  ready  saddled  and  bridled  to  be 

ridden.  — Richard  R  umbo  id. 

An  excess  of  one  quality  is  always  bought  at  the 
expense  of  another.  If  a  man  be  absolutely  just  he 
will  be  absolutely  merciless.  I  would  not  trust  abso- 
lute justice  to  any  but  a  god. 

— A  rthur  Sherburne  Hardy. 

Exactness  in  little  things  is  a  wonderful  source  of 
cheerfulness.  —f.  w.  Faber. 

Two  excesses  :  exclude  reason,  admit  only  reason. 

— Pascal. 

I  like  not  only  to  be  loved,  but  to  be  told  that  I  am 
loved  ;  the  real.m  of  silence  is  large  enough  beyond  the 

grave.  ^  —George  Eliot. 

"To  be  angry  with  a  weak  man  is  proof  that  you 
are  not  very  strong  yourself." 

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GROWN    OLD    WITH    NATURE. 

If  true  there  be  another,  better  land, 

A  fairer  than  this  humble  mother  shore, 

Hoping  to  meet  the  blessed  gone  before, 
I  fain  would  go.    But  may  no  angel  hand 
Lead  on  so  far  along  the  shining  sand, 

So  wide  within  the  everlasting  door, 

'T  will  shut  away  this  good,  green  world.   No  inore 
Of  earth! — Let  me  not  hear  that  dread  command. 
Then  must  I  mourn,  unsoothed  by  harps  of  gold. 

For  sighing  boughs,  and  birds  of  simple  song. 
For  hush  of  night  within  the  forest  fold  ; 

Yea,  must  bemoan,  amid  the  joyous  throng. 
These  early  loves.     The  heart  that  has  grown  old 

With  Nature  cannot,  happy,  leave  her  long. 

— JoJui  Vance  Cheney. 


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Flowers  are  the  sweetest  things  that  God  ever 
made  and  forgot  to  put  a  soul  into.  —Beecher. 

Flower  in  the  crannied  wall, 
I  pluck  you  out  of  the  crannies : — 
Hold  you  here,  root  and  all,  in  my  hand, 
Little  flower — but  if  I  could  understand 
What  you  are,  root  and  all,  and  all  in  all, 
I  should  know  what  God  and  man  is. 

—  Tennyson, 


We  are  shaped  and  fashioned  by  what  we  love. 

— Goethe. 

Want  of  tact  is  at  bottom  selfishness,  for  self  thinks 
and  acts  only  for  itself.  —Auerbach. 

There  is  nothing  in  which  people  betray  their  char- 
acter more  than  in  what  they  find  to  laugh  at. 

— Goethe. 

He  who  is  great  when  he  falls  is  great  in  his  pros- 
tration, and  is  no  more  an  object  of  contempt  than 
when  men  tread  on  the  ruins  of  sacred  buildings, 
which  men   of  piety   venerate  no  less  than  if  they 

stood.  —Seneca. 

All  true  work  is  sacred.  In  all  true  work,  were  it 
but  true  hand  work,  there  is  something  of  divineness. 
Labor,  wide  as  the  earth,  has  its  summit  in  Heaven. 
To  sit  as  a  passive  bucket  and  be  pumped  into,  can 
be  exhilarating  to  no  creature,  how  eloquent  soever 
be  the  flood  of  utterance  that  is  descending. 

— Carlyle. 

The  growing  good  of  the  world  is  partly  de- 
pendent on  unhistoric  acts,  and  that  things  are  not 
so  ill  with  you  and  me  as  they  might  have  been,  is 
half  owing  to  the  number  who  lived  faithfully  a  hid- 
den life  and  rest  in  unvisited  tombs.        —George  Eliot. 


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Some  people  are  always  grumbling  because  roses 
have  thorns.     I  am  thankful  that  thorns  have  roses. 

— Alphonse  Knrr. 

And  what  is  a  weed  ?  A  plant  whose  virtues  have 
not  been  discovered.  —Emerson. 

For  he  that  wrongs  his  friend 
Wrongs  hnnself  more,  and  ever  bears  about 
A  silent  court  of  justice  in  his  breast, 
Himself  the  judge  and  jury,  and  himself 
The  prisoner  at  the  bar,  ever  condemned. 

—  Tennyson. 

"You  cannot  prevent  the  birds  of  sadness  from 
flying  over  your  head,  but  you  may  prevent  them 
from  stopping  to  build  their  nests  there." 

The  responsibility  of  tolerance  lies  with  those  who 
have  the  wider  vision.  —George  Eliot. 

"A  poplar  leaf  hides  our  view  of  the  sun;  the 
slight  substance  of  an  earthly  care  may  hide  from  us 
the  immense  and  radiant  God." 

To  smile  at  the  jest  which  plants  a  thorn  in 
another's   breast  is   to   become   a    principal   in   the 

mischief.  —Sheridan. 

Conscience  is  the  amount  of  innate  knowledge  we 

have  in  us.  —Victor  Hugo. 


Men  saw  the  thorns  on  Jesus'  brow, 

But  angels  saw  the  roses.  —Jtdia  Ward  Howe. 

Hypocrisy,  detest  her  as  we  may, 
May  claim  the  merit  still, — that  she  admits 
The  worth  of  what  she  mimics  with  such  care, 
And  thus  gives  virtue  indirect  applause. 

— Ccnvper. 

Heaven  doth  with  us  as  we  with  torches  do ; 
Not  light  them  for  themselves  ;  for  if  our  virtues 
Did  not  go  forth  of  us,  't  were  all  alike 

As  if  we  had  them  not.  —Shakespeare. 

The   soul   observant  of  Beauty  yields  tribute  by 

contemplation. 
And   the  lip  that  praiseth  the  daisy,  unconscious 

hath  blessed  its  Maker.  —Amies. Page. 


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A    FANCY. 

I  think  I  would  not  be 

A  stately  tree, 
Broad-boughed,  with  haughty  crest  that  seeks  the  sky  I 

Too  many  sorrows  lie 
In  years,  too  much  of  bitter  for  the  sweet ! 
Frost-bite,  and  blast,  and  heat, 
Blind  drought,  cold  rains,  must  all  grow  wearisome, 

Ere  one  could  put  away 

Their  leafy  garb  for  aye, 
And  let  death  come. 

Rather  this  wayside  flower  ! 

To  live  its  happy  hour 
Of  balmy  air,  of  sunshine,  and  of  dew. 
A  sinless  face  held  upward  to  the  blue  ; 

A  bird-song  sung  to  it, 

A  butterfly  to  flit 
On  dazzling  wings  above  it,  hither,  thither — 
A  sweet  surprise  of  life — and  then  exhale 
A  little  fragrant  soul  on  the  soft  gale, 
To  float— ah,  whither ! 

— Ina  D.  Coolbrith, 


Speaking  silence  is  better  than  senseless  speech. 

— Dutch  Proverb. 

There  is  no  grief  without  some  great  provision  to. 
soften  its  intenseness.  —g.  d.  PretiHce. 

What  I  must  do  is  all  that  conceins  me,  and  not 

what  people  think.  —Emerson. 

When  a  man  is  in  earnest  and  knows  what  he  is 
about,  his  work  is  half  done.  —Mirabeau. 

If  you  mean  to  act  nobly,  and  seek  to  know  the 
best  things  which  God  hath  put  within  the  reach  of 
men,  you  must  fix  your  mind  on  that  end,  and  not 
on  what  will  happen  to  you  because  of  it. 

— George  Eliot. 

From   the   lowliest   depth  there  is  a  path  to  the 

loftiest  height.  —Carlyle. 

He  only  is  advancing  in  life  whose  heart  is  getting 
softer,  whose  blood  warmer,  whose  brain  quicker, 
whose  spirit  is  entering  into  Living  peace. 

— Rjiskin. 

As  I  approve  of  the  youth  who  has  something  of 
the  old  man  in  him,  so  I  am  no  less  pleased  with 
the  old  man  who  has  something  of  the  youth.  He 
that  follows  this  rule  may  be  old  in  body,  but  can 
never  be  so  in  mind.  —Cicero^ 

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Let  nothing  come  between  you  and  the  light. 

—  Thoreau. 

When  words  are  scarce  they  are  seldom  spent  in 

vain.  —Shakespeare. 

1      Drudgery  is  as  necessary  to  call  out  the  treasures 
of  the  mind,  as  harrowing  and  planting  those  of  the 

earth.  —Margaret  Fuller, 

From  the  voiceless  lips  of  the  unreplying  dead 
There  comes  no  word;  but  in  the  night  of  death 
Hope  sees  a  star,  and  listening  love  can  hear 
The  rustle  of  a  wing.  —ingersoii. 

A  wise  man  has  well  reminded  us  that  in  any 
controversy  the  instant  we  feel  anger  we  have  al- 
ready ceased  striving  for  truth,  and  have  begun 
striving  for  ourselves.  '  —Cariyie. 

It  is  easy  finding  reasons  why  other  folks  should 

be  patient.  —George  Eliot. 

To  suspect  a  friend  is  worse  than  to  be  deceived 

by  him.  —La  Rochefoucauld. 


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Every  great  and  commanding  movement  in  the 
annals  of  the  world  is  the  triumph  of  enthusiasm. 

— Emerson. 

No  man  can  be  provident  of  his  time  who  is  not 
prudent  in  the  choice  of  his  company. 

— Jere7tiy  Taylor. 

The  most  profound  joy  has  more  of  gravity  than 

gayety  in  it.  —Montague. 

It  is  not  enough  to  be  an  upright  man,  we  must 
be  seen  to  be  one;  society  does  not  exist  on  moral 

ideas  only.  —Balzac. 

It  is  some  compensation  for  great  evils  that  they 
enforce  great  lessons.  —Bovee. 

The  most  influential  books,  and  the  truest  in 
their  influence,  are  works  of  fiction.  They  do  not 
pin  the  reader  to  a  dogma  which  he  must  afterwards 
discover  to  be  inexact;  they  do  not  teach  him  a  les- 
son which  he  must  afterwards  unlearn.  They  repeat, 
they  rearrange,  they  clarify  the  lessons  of  life. 

— R.  L.  Stevenson. 

He  who  is  false  to  present  duty  breaks  a  thread 
in  the  loom,  and  will  find  the  flaw  when  he  may  have 

forgotten  its  cause.  —Beecher. 

Where  there  is  much  light 

There  is  much  shade.  —Goethe. 

Measure  your  mind's  height  by  the  shade  it  casts. 

— Browning. 
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LINES   ON   REVISITING  THE    BANKS   OF  NOYE. 

For  I  have  learned 
To  look  on  nature,  not  as  in  the  hour 
Of  thoughtless  youth;  but  hearing  oftentimes 
The  still,  sad  music  of  humanity, 
Nor  harsh  nor  grating,  though  of  ample  power 
To  chasten  and  subdue.     And  I  have  felt 
A  presence  that  disturbs  me  with  the  joy 
Of  elevated  thoughts;  a  sense  sublime 
Of  something  far  more  deeply  interfused. 
Whose  dwelling  is  the  light  of  setting  suns, 
And  the  round  ocean  and  the  living  air, 
And  the  blue  sky,  and  in  the  mind  of  man: 
A  motion  and  a  spirit,  that  impels 
All  thinking  things,  all  objects  of  all  thought. 
And  rolls  through  all  things.     Therefore  am  I  still 
A  lover  of  the  meadows  and  the  woods. 
And  mountains. 

— lVords7vorth . 


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Trust   thyself;    every   heart  vibrates  to   that  iron 

string.  —Emerson. 

That  there  should  one  man  die  ignorant  who  had 
capacity  for  knowledge,  this  I  call  a  tragedy. 

— Carlyle. 

Is  thy  friend  angry  with  thee  ?  then  provide  him  an 
opportunity  of  showing  thee  a  great  favor.  Over  that 
his  heart  must  needs  melt,  and  he  will  love  thee  again. 

— Richter. 

No  soul  is  desolate  as  long  as  there  is  a  human 
being  for  whom  it  can  feel  trust  and  reverence. 

— George  Eliot. 

We  can  fix  our  eyes  on  perfection,  and  make 
almost  everything  speed  towards  it.  —Channmg. 

In  the  whole  course  of  our  observation  there  is  not 
so  misrepresented  and  abused  a  personage  as  Death. 
The  shortest  life  is  long  enough  if  it  lead  to  a  better, 
and  the  longest  life  is  too  short  if  it  does  not. 

— Cotton. 

Let  there  be  many  windows  to  your  soul. 

That  all  the  glory  of  the  universe 

May  beautify  it.     Not  the  narrow  pane 

Of  one  poor  creed  can  catch  the  radiant  rays 

That  shine  Irom  countless  sources.     Tear  away 

The  bhnds  of  superstition;  let  the  light 

Pour  through  fair  windows  broad  as  truth  itself, 

As  high  as  God.  —EIU  Wheeler. 


Ah,  but  a  man's  reach  should  exceed  his  grasp, 
I     Or  what's  a  heaven  for  ?  —Browning. 

A  courage  which  looks  easy  and  yet  is  rare:  the 
courage  of  a  teacher  repeating  day  after  day  the  same 
lessons — the  least  rewarded  of  all  forms  of  courage. 

— Balzac, 

They  have  been  at  a  great  feast  of  languages  and 

have  stolen  the  scraps.  —Much  Ado  Adout  Nothing. 

"And  always,  'tis  the  saddest  sight  to  see 
An  old  man  faithless  in  humanity." 

If  you  have  not  slept,  or  if  you  have  slept,  or  if 
you  have  headache,  or  sciatica,  or  leprosy,  or  thunder 
stroke,  I  beseech  you,  by  all  angels,  to  hold  your 
peace,  and  not  pollute  the  morning,  to  which  all  the 
housemates  bring  serene  and  pleasant  thoughts,  by 
corruptions  and  groans.  —Emerson. 

Temperance  and  labor  are  the  two  best  physicians 

of  man.  —Rousseau. 


'Tis  a  kind  of  good  deed  to  say  well: 

And  yet  words  are  no  deeds.  —Henry  viii. 


\      A  contented  spirit  is  the  sweetness  of  existence. 

— Dickens, 

You  cannot  step  twice  into  the  same  stream.     For 
as  you  are  stepping  in,  other  and  yet  other  waters 

flow  on.  —Heracliius. 

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Trifles  make  perfection,  but  perfection  is  no  trifle. 

— Michael  A  ngelo . 

Nothing  dies  so  hard  and  ralHes  so  often  as  intol- 
erance. —Beecher. 

Haste  not,  rest  not. 

—  T/ie  motto  on  Goethe's  rijig. 

There  is  no  royal  road  to  highest  fame, 

The  man  has  toiled  who  wears  a  glorious  name. 

— Ejnma  C.  Dowd. 

Condemn  not  her  whose  hours 

Are  not  all  given  to  spinning  nor  to  care; 
Has  God  not  planted  every  path  with  flowers 

Whose  end  is  to  be  fair  ?  —Alice  Gary. 

No  longer  forward  nor  behind 

I  look  in  hope  or  fear;  1 

But  grateful,  take  the  good  I  find, 

The  best  of  now  and  here.  —whittier. 

A  man's  own  good  breeding  is  the  best  security 
against  other  people's  ill  manners.  —Ghesterfieid. 

Life  is  a  train  of  moods  like  a  string  of  beads,  and, 
as  we  pass  through  them,  they  prove  to  be  many- 
colored  lenses  which  paint  the  world  their  own  hue, 
and  each  shows  only  what  lies  in  its  focus, 

,^-t.jnerson. 


uhivsesitt] 


God's  finger  touched  him,  and  he  slept. 

— Tennysnn, 


Tliere  lies  a  little  city  in  the  hills  ; 

W^hite  are  its  roofs,  dim  is  each  dwelling's  door, 

And  peace  with  perfect  rest  its  bosom  fills. 

There  the  pure  mist,  the  pity  of  the  sea, 
Comes  as  a  white,  soft  hand,  and  reaches  o'er 
And  touches  its  still  face  most  tenderly. 

Unstirred  and  calm,  amid  our  shifting  years, 
Lo  !    where  it  lies,  far  from  the  clash  and  roar, 
With  quiet  distance  blurred,  as  if  thro'  tears. 

O  heart,  that  prayest  so  for  God  to  send 

Some  loving  messenger  to  go  before 

And  lead  the  way  to  where  thy  longings  end, 

Be  sure,  be  very  sure,  that  soon  will  come 
His  kindest  angel,  and  through  that  still  door 
Into  the  Infinite  Love  will  lead  thee  home. 

—E.  R.  Sill. 
•  Mountain  View  Cemeterj'.  Oakland,  California. 


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The  cord  that  binds  too  strictly  snaps  itself. 

—  Tennyson. 

The  human  heart  concerns  us  more  than  poring 
into  microscopes,  and  is  larger  than  can  be  measured 
by  the  pompous  figures  of  the  astronomer. 

— Emerson. 

There  is  never  an  instant's  truce  between  virtue 

and  vice.  —Thoreau. 

Quotation  is  a  good  thing,  there  is  a  community  of 

thought  in  it.  —Dr.  Johnson. 

In  proportion  as  we  love  truth  more,  and  victory 
less,  we  shall  become  anxious  to  know  what  it  is  that 
leads  our  opponents  to  think  as  they  do. 

— Herbert  Spencer. 

Even  for  the  dead  I  will  not  bind 

My  soul  to  grief— death  cannot  long  divide: 

For  is  it  not  as  if  the  rose  had  climbed 

My  garden  wall,  and  blossomed  on  the  other 

side  ?  —Alice  Gary. 

If  a  man  can  write  a  better  book,  preach  a  better 
sermon,  or  make  a  better  mouse-trap,  than  his  neigh- 
bor, though  he  builds  his  house  in  the  woods,  the 
world  will  make  a  beaten  path  to  his  door. 

— Emerson. 

"Somewhere  in  the  secret  of  every  sou 
^      Is  the  hidden  gleam  of  a  perfect  life." 


OPPORTUNITY. 

This  I  beheld,  or  dreamed  it  in  a  dream: — 

There  spread  a  cloud  of  dust  along  a  plain; 

And  underneath  the  cloud,  or  in  it,  raged 

A  furious  battle,  and  men  yelled,  and  swords 

Shocked  upon  swords  and  shields.     A  prince's  banner 

Wavered,  then  staggered  backward,  hemmed  by  foes. 

A  craven  hung  along  the  battle's  edge. 

And  thought,  "  Had  I  a  sword  of  keener  steel — 

That  blue  blade  that  the  king's  son  bears, — but  this 

Blunt  thing — !"  he  snapt  and  flung  it  from  his  hand 

And  lowering  crept  away  and  left  the  field. 

Then  came  the  king's  son,  wounded,  sore  bestead, 

And  weaponless,  and  saw  the  broken  sword, 

Hilt-buried  in  the  dry  and  trodden  sand, 

And  ran  and  snatched  it,  and  with  battle-shout 

Lifted  afresh  he  hewed  his  enemy  down, 

And  saved  a  great  cause  that  heroic  day. 

-E.R.SilL 


Thy  friend  has  a  friend,  and  thy  friend's  friend  has 
a  friend;  be  discreet.  —Talmud. 

The  days  come  and  go  hke  muffled  and  veiled 
figures  sent  from  a  distant  friendly  party;  but  they  say 
nothing,  and  if  you  do  not  use  the  gifts  they  bring, 
they  carry  them  as  silently  away.  —Emerson. 

He  sings  to  the  wide  world,  and  she  to  her  nest, — 
In  the  nice  ear  of  Nature  which  song  is  the  best? 

— Lowell. 

Yet  I  doubt  not,  through  the  ages,  one  increasing 
purpose  runs. 

And  the  thoughts  of  men  are  widened  with  the  pro- 
cess of  the  suns.  —Tennyson. 

Speech  is  but  broken  light  upon  the  depth  of  the 

unspoken.  —George  Eliot. 

I  slept,  and  dreamed  that  life  was  beauty, 
I  woke,  and  found  that  life  was  duty. 

— Ellen  Sturgis  Hooper. 

Duty — Stern  daughter  of  the  voice  of  God. 

—  Wordsworth. 

Nature  conquers  our  restlessness  by  fatigue. 

— Hammer  ton. 

'•There  is  more  or  less  sorrow  in  the  word  'good- 
bye,'" and  yet  how  we  like  to  hear  some  people  say  it." 


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"A  verse  may  find  him  who  a  sermon  flies." 
True  wit  never  made  us  laugh. 

— Emerso7t. 

Too  much  rest  is  rust. 

—Sir  Walter  Scott. 

The  ornament  of  a  house  is  the  friends  who  visit  it. 

— Einerson. 

Next  to  the  originator  of  a  good  sentence,  is  the 

first  quoter  of  it.  —Evierson. 

Good  manners  are  made  up  of  petty  sacrifices. 

— Enter S071. 

Nothing  bursts  forth  all  at  once.  The  lightning 
may  dart  out  of  a  black  cloud;  but  the  day  sends  his 
bright  heralds  before  him  to  prepare  the  world  for  his 

coming.  -Hare. 

The  years  write  their  records  on  men's  hearts  as 
they  do  on  trees:  inner  circles  of  growth  which  no 
eye  can  see.  —Saxe  Holm. 

"We  have  careful  thoughts  for  the  stranger, 

And  smiles  for  the  sometimes  guest; 
But  oft  for  our  own  the  bitter  tone, 
Though  we  love  our  own  the  best." 


il 


The  white  flower  of  a  blameless  life.       —Tennyson. 

Have  a  purpose  is  life,  and  having  it,  throw  into 
your  work  such  strength  of  mind  and  muscle  as  God 
has  given  you.  —Cariyk. 

The  golden  moments  in  the  stream  of  life  rush 
past  us,  and  we  see  nothing  but  sand;  the  angels 
come  to  visit  us,  and  we  only  know  them  when  they 

are  gone.  —George  Eliot. 

God's  plans  like  lilies  pure  and  white  unfold; 
We  must  not  tear  the  close-shut  leaves  apart; 
Time  will  reveal  the  calyx  iS  Q)i%o\(\.—Mary  R.  Smith. 

Be  noble!  and  the  nobleness  that  lies 

In  other  men,  sleeping,  but  never  dead. 

Will  rise  in  majesty  to  meet  thine  own.     —Lowell. 

Experience  keeps  a  dear  school,  but  fools  will 
learn  in  no  other.  —Franklin. 

Death  is  the  liberator  of  him  whom  freedom  can- 
not release,  the  physician  of  him  whom  medicine 
cannot  cure,  and  the  comforter  of  him  whom  lime 
cannot  console.  —CoLon. 

Pitch  upon  the  best  course  of  life,  and  custom 
will  render  it  the  most  easy.  —THiotson. 

Anxiety  is  the  poison  of  human  life.  —Blair. 

We  should  be  as  careful  of  our  words,  as  of  our 
actions,  and  as  far  from  speaking  ill  as  from  doing 

ill.  — Cicero. 

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Being  too  blind  lo  liavc  desire  to  see. 

—  Tennyson, 

Feeling  is  deep  and  still,  and  the  word  that  floats 
on  the  surface 

Is  as  the  tossing  buoy  that  betrays  where  the  an- 
chor is  hidden.  —Longfei:ozv. 

Don't  hang  a  dismal  picture  on  the  wall,  and 
don't  daub  with  sables  and  glooms  in  your  conver- 
sation. — Emerson. 

Oh,  the  little  more,  and  how  much  it  is!  and  the 
little  less,  and  what  worlds  away!  —Bro^vning. 

I  can  easier  teach  twenty  what  were  good  to  be 
done,  than  to  be  one  of  twenty  to  follow  mine  own 

teaching.  _  rhe  Merchant  of  Venice. 

Age  is  not  all  decay;  it  is  the  ripening,  the  swell- 
ing of  the  fresh  life  within  that  withers  and  bursts  the 

husk.  — George  Macdonald. 

For  it  is  certain  to  the  vulgar  eye,  few  things  are 
wonderful  that  are  not  distant.  —Cr.riyU. 

Like  a  blind  spinner  in  the  sun, 

I  tread  my  days; 
I  know  that  all  the  threads  will  run 

Appointed  ways.  —Helen  Hunt. 

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Kver  the  words  cf  the  gods  resound; 

But  the  porches  of  man's  ear 
Seldom,  in  this  low  life's  round, 

Are  unsealed,  that  he  may  hear. 


-Emersun, 


O  that  the  loving  woman,  she  who  sat 
So  long  a  listener  at  her  Master's  feet. 
Had  left  us  Mary's  Gospel, — all  she  heard 
Too  sweet,  too  subtle  for  the  ear  of  man! 

— Hoi'mct 


ONE      WEEK. 

"Gone  for  just  a  week,"  you  said; 

Only  seven  threads  of  light, 
Morning's  gold  and  evening's  red 
Braided  with  the  starry  night. 
Seven  specks  of  diamond  sand 
From  eternity's  vast  shore. 
So  immeasurable  and  gr^nd, — 
Nothing  more. 

One  week!  time  enough  to  pass 
From  the  unremembering  sun; 

Time  for  shroud  and  churchyard  grass, 
And  the  immutable  years  begun. 

Time  to  grasp,  with  yearning  dread. 
Problems  of  immortal  lore. 

Yet,  "for just  one  week,"  you  said,- 
Nothing  more. 

— Amie  S.  Pa-^e^ 


Kindness — a  language  which  the  dumb  can  speak, 
and  the  deaf  can  understand.  —Bm/ee. 

Nor  deem  the  irrevocable  past, 

As  wholly  wasted,  wholly  vain, 
If,  rising  on  its  wrecks,  at  last 

To  something  nobler  we  attain.        —Longfellow, 

There  lies  more  faith  in  honest  doubt. 

Believe  me,  than  in  half  the  creeds.       —Tennyson. 

America!  half  brother  of  the  world! 

With  something  good  and  bad  of  every  land. 

— Bailey, 

How  far  that  little  candle  throws  its  beams! 
So  shines  a  good  deed  in  a  naughty  world. 

— Merchant  of  Venice. 

The  only  way  to  have  a  friend  is  to  be  one. 

— Emerson. 

If  you  have  built  castles  in  the  air  your  work  need 
not  be  lost;  that  is  where  they  should  be  built;  now- 
put  foundations  under  them.  —riwreau. 

The  fire-fly  only  shines  when  on  the  wing.  So  it 
is  with  man;  when  once  we  rest  we  darken. 

— Bailey. 


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Be  sure  of  the  foundation  of  your  life.  Know  why 
you  live  as  you  do.  Be  ready  to  give  a  reason  for  it. 
Do  not,  in  such  a  matter  as  life,  build  on  opinion  or 
custom,  or  what  you  guess  is  true.     Make  it  a  matter 

of  certainty  and  science.  ^  Thomas  Starr  King-. 

Yesterday  I  looked  on  one 

Who  lay  as  if  asleep  in  perfect  peace. 

His  long  imprisonment  for  life  was  done. 

Eternity's  great  freedom  his  release 

Had  brought.     Yet  they  who   loved  him   called 

him  dead, 
And  wept,  refusing  to  be  comforted. 

— Helen  I  I  tint  J ackson. 


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As  a  tired  mother  when  the  day  is  o'er, 

Leads  by  the  hand  her  httle  child  to  bed, 

Half  willing,  half  reluctant  to  be  led, 
And  leaves  his  broken  playthings  on  the  floor. 
Still  gazing  at  them  through  the  open  door, 

Nor  wholly  reassured  and  comforted 

By  promises  of  others  in  their  stead. 
Which  though  more  splendid,  may  not  please  him  more ; 
So  nature  deals  with  us  and  takes  away 

Our  playthings  one  by  one,  and  by  the  hand 
Leads  us  to  rest  so  gently  that  we  go 
Scarce  knowing  if  we  wish  to  go  or  stay. 

Being  too  full  of  sleep  to  understand 

How  far  the  unknown  transcends  the  what  we 

know.  —Longfelloii.'. 


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No  life 
Can  be  pure  in  its  purpose  or  strong  in  its  strife    . 
And  all  life  not  be  purer  and  stronger  thereby. 

— Owen  Meredith. 

All  mankind  loves  a  lover. 

— Emerson, 

No  sadder  proof  can  be  given  by  a  man  of  his  own 
littleness  than  disbelief  in  great  men.  —Cariyie. 

Animals  are  such  agreeable  friends — they  ask  no 
questions,  they  pass  no  criticisms.  —George  Eliot. 

Silence  is  the  perfect  heraldry  of  joy: 

I  were  but  little  happy  if  I  could  say  how  much. 

— Much  Ado  About  Nothing. 

Men  at  some  time  are  masters  of  their  fates, 
The  fault,  dear  Brutus,  is  not  in  our  stars, 
But  in  ourselves,  that  we  are  underlings. 

— Julius  Ccesar. 

Whoever  makes  home  seem  to  the  young  dearer 
and  more  happy,  is  a  public  benefactor. 

— Henry  Ward  Beecher. 

Doing  good  is  the  only  certainly  happy  action  of  a  ' 

man's  life.  —Sir  Philip  Sidney. 

For  virtue's  self  may  too  much  zeal  be  had; 
The  worst  of  madmen  is  a  saint  run  mad. 

—Pope. 
The  beautiful  is  as  useful  as  the  useful.  ' 

—  Victor  Hugo. 

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Self-trust  is  the  first  secret  of  success. 

— Emerson. 

The  path  of  a  good  woman  is  indeed  strewn  with 
/     flowers;  but  they  rise  behind  her  steps,  not   before 
them.  —Ruskin. 

'Tis  a  life-long  toil  till  our  lump  be  leaven — 
The  better!  What's  come  to  perfection  perishes. 

— Robert  Broxvning. 

In  me  there  dwells 

No  greatness,  save  it  be  some  far-off  touch 

Of  greatness  to  know  well  I  am  not  great. 

—  Tennyson, 

\  The  talent  of  success  is  nothing  more  than  doing 

■what  you  can  do  well,  and  doing  well  whatever  you  do. 

— Long/elloiv. 

That  best  portion  of  a  good,  man's  life; 
/       His  little,  nameless,  unremembered  acts 

Of  kindness  and  of  love.  —Wordsworth. 

Banish  the  tears  of  children;  continual  rains  upon 
the  blossoms  are  hurtful.  —jean  Paul. 

A  bad  habit  which  cannot  be  conquered  directly 
may  be  overcome  by  arranging  circumstances  to  help 

us.  — James  Freeman  Clarke. 


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Build  thee  more  stately  mansions,  O  my  soul, 

As  the  swift  seasons  roll! 

Leave  thy  low-vaulted  past! 

Let  each  new  temple,  nobler  than  the  last, 

Shut  thee  from  heaven  with  a  dome  more  vast, 

Till  thou  at  length  art  free, 

Leaving  thine  outgrown  shell  by  life's  unrestingsea! 

— Oliver  Wendell  Holmes. 

The  understood  is  but  a  small  domain  of  our 
knowing,  and  the  apprehended  is  greater  than  the 
comprehended.  Is  it  said  that  we  do  not  know  God? 
True,  we  do  not  know  all  about  Him,  but  we  know 
something  about  Him: — And  we  do  not  know  all 
about  one  another,  but  we  know  something  about 
one  another. 

The  understanding  is  the  vestibule  of  the  mind! 
Uncover  thy  head,  and  enter  the  temple  of  the  soul! 
behold  the  power,  the  beauty,  and  the  love!  If  we 
had  nothing  but  understanding  how  little  should  we 

know  or  think  or  feel!  —Horatio  Stebbins. 


APRIL    IN    CALIFORNIA. 

An  April,  fairer  than  the  Atlantic  June, 

Whose  calendar  of  perfect  days  was  kept 

By  daily  blossoming  of  some  new  flower. 

The  fields,  whose  carpets  now  were  silken  white, 

Next  week  were  orange-velvet,  next,  sea-blue. 

It  was  as  if  some  central  fire  of  bloom. 

From  which  in  other  climes  a  random  root 

Is  now  and  then  shot  up,  here  had  burst  forth 

And  overflowed  the  fields,  and  set  the  land 

Aflame  with  flowers.     I  watched  them  day  by  day; 

How  at  the  dawn  they  wake,  and  open  wide 

Their  little  petal-windows,  how  they  turn 

Their  slender  necks  to  follow  round  the  sun. 

And  how  the  passion  they  express  all  day 

In  burning  color,  steals  forth  with  the  dew 

All  night  in  odor.  —e.  r.  sul 


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Politeness  of  the  mind  is  to  have  delicate  thoughts. 

— La  Rochefonca7ild, 

Nay,  never  falter;  no  great  deed  is  done 
By  falterers  who  ask  for  certainty. 
No  good  is  certain,  but  the  steadfast  mind, 
The  undivided  will  to  seek  the  good. 

— George  Eliot, 

Let  it  go  before  or  come  after,  a  good  sentence,  or 
a  thing  well  said,  is  always  in  season;  if  it  neither  suit 
well  with  what  went  before,  nor  has  much  coherence 
with  what  follows  after,  it  is  good  in  itsell. 

— Montaigne, 

To  educate  the  heart,  one  must  be  willing  to  go 
out  of  himself  and  to  come  into  loving  contact  with 

others.  — James  Freeman  Clarke. 

Self-reverence,  self-knowledge,  self-control. 
These  three  alone  lead  life  to  sovereign  power. 

—  Tennyson, 

The  useful  may  be  trusted  to  further  itself,  for 
many  produce  it  and  no  one  can  do  without  it;  but 
the  beautiful  must  be  specially  encouraged,  for  few 
can  present  it,  while  yet  all  have  need  of  it. 

— Goethe, 

There  is  a  purity  which  only  suffering  can  impart; 
the  stream  of  life  becomes  snow-white  when  it  dashes 

against  the  rocks.  —jean  Paul, 

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If  we  encounter  a  man  of  rare  intellect,  we  should 
ask  him  what  books  he  reads.  —Emerson. 

A  room  hung   with  pictures  is  a  room  hung  with 

thoughts.  —Sir  Joshua  Reynolds. 

Do  not  think  it  wasted  time  to  submit  yourself  to 
any  influence  which  may  bring  upon  you  any  noble 
feeling.  —Ruskin. 

Each  year,  one  vicious  habit  rooted  out,  in  time 
ought  to  make  the  worst  man  good.  —Franklin.  • 

The  more  we  know,  the  better  we  forgive; 
Whoe'er  feels  deeply,  feels  for  all  who  live, 

— Madame  de  Stael. 

The  best  way  of  training  the  young  is  to  train 
yourself  at  the  same  time;  not  to  admonish  them, 
but  to  be  seen  always  doing  that  of  which  you  would 
admonish  them.  —riato. 

I  love  little  children,  and  it  is  not  a  slight  thing 
when  they,  who  are  fresh  from  God,  love  us. 

— Dickens. 

"Thou  hast  too  much  to  say  about  thy  rights,  and 
thinkest  too  little  about  thy  duties.  Thou  hast  but 
one  unalienable  right,  and  that  is  the  sublime  one  of 
doing  thy  duty  at  all  times,  under  all  circumstances, 
and  in  all  places."  ^ 

54  '" 


Ah,  March!  we  know  thou  art 
Kind-hearted,  spite  of  ugly  looks  and  threats, 
And,  out  of  sight,  art  nursing  April's  violets! 

— Helen  Hunt. 

A  gush  of  bird  song,  a  patter  of  dew, 
A  cloud,  and  a  rainbow's  warning. 

Suddenly  sunshine  and  perfect  blue, — 
An  April  day  in  the  morning. 

— Harriet  Prescott  Spqfford. 


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PAGANINI. 

"lie  shambled  awkward  on  the  stage,  the  while 
Across  the  waiting  audience  swept  a  smile. 

**  With  clumsy  touch,  when  first  he  drew  the  bow, 
lie  snapped  a  string.     The  audience  tittered  low. 

"  Another  stroke!     Off  flies  another  string! 
With  laughter  now  the  circling  galleries  ring. 

*'  Once  more!     The  third  string  breaks  its  quivering 
strands, 
And  hisses  greet  the  player  as  he  stands. 

"  He  stands-^awhile  his  genius  unbereft 
Is  calm — one  string  and  Paganini  left. 

"  He  plays.     The  one  string's  daring  notes  uprise 
Against  that  storm  as  if  they  sought  the  skies. 

"  A  silence  falls;  then  awe;  the  people  bow, 
And  they  who  erst  had  hissed  are  weeping  now. 

"  And  when  the  last  note,  trembling,  died  away, 
Some  shouted  'Bravo!'  some  had  learned  to  pray." 


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Time  elaborately  thrown  away. 

— Edward  Young. 

Nothiti,:^  can  brincj  you  peace  but  yourself.  Noth- 
In^^  can  bring  you  peace  but  the  triumph  of  principle. 

— Ejnerson. 

If  winter  comes,  can  spring  be  far  behind  ?  ;' 

— Keats. 

He  is  blessed  who  is  assured  that  the  animal  is 
dying  out  in  him  day  by  day,  and  the  divine  being 
established.  —Thoreaii. 

The  rays  of  happiness,  like  those  of  light,  are 
colorless  when  unbroken.  —Longfellow. 

Not  what  we  give,  but  what  we  share, 

For  the  gift  without  the  giver  is  bare  ;  } 

Who  gives  himself  with  his  alms  feeds  three, 

Himself,  his  hungering  neighbor,  and  me. 

— Lowell. 

The  weakest  among  us  has  a  gift,  however  seem- 
ingly trivial,  which  is  peculiar  to  him,  and  which 
worthily  used,  will  be  a  gift  also  to  his  race. 

— Ruskin. 

Our  remedies  oft  in  ourselves  do  lie. 

Which  we  ascribe  to  heaven.  —Shakespeare. 


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Throw  ycur  actions  into  perspective. 

— Emerson. 

If  you  can  look  into  the  seeds  of  time, 

And  say  which  will  grow,  and  which  will  not ; 

Speak  then  to  me.  —Macbeth. 

Evil  is  wrought  by  want  of  thought 

As  well  as  want  of  heart !  —Hood. 

A  perfect  life  is  like  that  of  a  ship  of  war  which 
has  its  own  place  in  the  fleet  and  can  share  in  its 
strength  and  discipline,  but  can  also  go  forth  alone 
in  the  solitude  of  the  infinite  sea.  We  ought  to  be- 
long to  society,  to  have  our  place  in  it,  and  yet  be 
capable  of  a  complete  individual  existence  outside 

OI  it.  — Hainerto7i. 

And  I  know  that  the  solar  system 

Must  somewhere  keep  in  space 
A  prize  for  that  spent  runner 

Who  barely  lost  the  race  ; 
For  the  plan  would  be  imperfect 

Unless  it  held  some  sphere 
That  paid  for  the  toil  and  talent 

And  love  that  are  wasted  here. 

—Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox. 


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Music  is  the  universal  language  of  mankind. 

— Longfellow, 

When  words  fail  to  express  the  exalted  sentiments 
and  finer  emotions  of  the  human  heart,  music  be- 
comes the  sublimated  language  of  the  soul,  the  divine 
instrumentality  for  its  higher  utterance. 

— C.  W,  Wendte. 


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ABOU    BEN    ADHEM. 

Abou  Ben  Adhem  (may  his  tribe  increase  !) 
Awoke  one  night  from  a  deep  dream  of  peace, 
And  saw  within  the  moonHg^ht  in  his  room, 
Making  it  rich  and  Hke  a  Hly  in  bloom, 
An  angel  writing  in  a  book  of  gold  : 
Exceeding  peace  had  made  Ben  Adhem  bold, 
And  to  the  presence  in  the  room  he  said, 

'  What  writest  thou  ?  " — The  vision  raised  its  head, 
And,  with  a  look  made  of  all  sweet  accord, 
Answered,    "The  names   of  those  who  love  the 
Lord." 

'  And  is  mine  one  ?  "  said  Abou.     "  Nay,  not  so," 
Replied  the  angel. — Abou  spoke  more  low, 
But  cheerily  still ;  and  said,   "  I  pray  thee,  then. 
Write  me  as  one  that  loves  his  fellow-men." 

The  angel  wrote,  and  vanished.     The  next  night 

It  came  again,  with  a  great  wakening  light, 

And  showed  the  names  whom  love   of  God  had 

blessed, — 
And,  lo !  Ben  Adhem's  name  led  all  the  rest ! 

— Leigh  Hunt. 


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A  man's  action  is  only  a  picture  book  of  his  creeds 

— Emerson, 

Praise  undeserved  is  satire  in  disguise. 

—Pope. 

All  the  way  to  heaven  is  heaven. 

— Canon  Farrar, 

It  is  worth  a  thousand  pounds  a  year  to  have  the 
habit  of  looking  on  the  bright  side  of  things. 

— Dr.  Johnson. 

It  is  in  a  certain  degree  to  be  a  sharer  in  noble 
deeds  to  praise  them  with  all  our  heart. 

— La  Rochefoucauld. 

If  a  word  spoken  in  its  time  is  worth  one  piece  of 
money,  silence  in  its  time  is  worth  two.         —Talmud. 

An  idle  reason  lessens  the  weight  of  the  good 
ones  you  gave  before.  —Swi/i. 

Such  help  as  we  can  give  to  each  other  in  this 
world  is  a  debt  to  each  other;  and  the  man  who  per- 
ceives a  superiority  or  capacity  in  a  subordinate,  and 
neither  confesses  nor  assists  it,  is  not  merely  the  with- 
holder  of  kindness,  but  the  committer  of  injury. 

— Ruskin.. 


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We  must  be  as  courteous  to  a  man  as  to  a  picture, 
which  we  are  willing  to  give  the  benefit  of  a  good 

light.  —Emerson. 

To  be  trusted  is  a  greater  compliment  than  to  be 

loved.  —George  Macdonald. 

We  all  have  need  of  that  prayer  of  the  British 
mariner :     "Save  us,  O  God,  Thine  ocean  is  so  large, 

and  our  little  boat  so  small."  —Canon  Farrar. 

We  cannot  look,  however  imperfectly,  upon  a 
great  man  without  gaining  something  by  him.  He 
is  the  living  light-fountain,  which  it  is  good  and 
pleasant  to  be  near.  -Cariyk. 

The  supreme  happiness  of  life  is  the  conviction  of 
being  loved  for  yourself,  or,    more  correctly,  bein^ 

loved  in  spite  of  yourself.  —Victor  Hugo. 

Growing  thought  makes  growing  revelation. 

— George  Eliot. 

There  is  only  one  place  where  a  man  may  be 
nobly  thoughtless,  —  his  death-bed.  No  thinking 
should  ever  be  left  to  be  done  there.  —Rjtskin. 

He  that  cannot  think,  is  a  fool. 
He  that  will  not,  is  a  bigot, 
He  that  dare  not,  is  a  slave. 

— Inscription  on  the  wall  of  Andreiv  Carnegie' s  Library. 
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The  common  problem,  yours,  mine,  everyone's, 
Is  not  to  fancy  what  were  fair  in  Hfe 
Provided  it  could  be — but  finding  first 
What  may  be,  then  find  how  to  make  it  fair 

Up  to  our  means.  —Browning. 

He  is  wisest,  who  only  gives. 
True  to  himself,  the  best  he  can  : 
Who  drifting  on  the  winds  of  praise. 
The  inward  monitor  obeys  . 
And  with  the  boldness  that  confuses  fear 
Takes  in  the  crowded  sail,  and  lets  his  conscience 
steer.  —whittier. 


MY    STAR. 

All  that  I  know 

Of  a  certain  star 
Is,  it  can  throw 

(Like  the  angled  spar) 
Now  a  dart  of  red, 

Now  a  dart  of  blue  ; 
Till  my  friends  have  said 
They  would  fain  see,  too, 
My  star  that  dartles  the  red  and  the  blue  ! 
Then  it  stops  like  a  bird  ;  like  a  flower,  hangs  furled  r 
They   must  solace    themselves    with    the   Saturn 
above  it. 
What  matter  to  me  if  their  star  is  a  world  ? 

Mine  has  opened  its  soul  to  me  ;  therefore  I  love  it. 

— Robert  Browning. 


We   do   not   count   a    man's  years    until   he  has 

nothing  else  to  count.  —Emerson. 

If  I  might  control  the  literature  of  the  household, 
I  would  guarantee  the  well-being  of  church  and  state. 

— Bacon. 

He  subjects  himself  to  be  seen  as  through  a  micro- 
scope who  is  caught  in  a  fit  of  passion.         —Lavater. 

Every  duty  we  omit,  obscures  some  truth  we 
should  have  known.  —Ruskin. 

When  the  day  is  done,  when  the  work  of  a  life  is 
finished,  when  the  gold  of  evening  meets  the  dusk 
of  night,  beneath  the  silent  stars  the  tired  laborer 
should  fall  asleep.  —ingersoll. 

For  manners  are  not  idle,  but  the  fruit 

Of  loyal  natures  and  of  noble  minds.      —Tennyson. 

No  strong  character  can  be  developed  unless  em- 
phasis be  laid  upon  the  thought  of  personal  respon- 
sibility. —Marion  D.  Shutter. 

"The  measure  of  a  book  is  in  its  appeal  to  the 
individual." 


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Do  you  never  look  at  yourself  when  you  abuse 
another  ?  —piautus. 

Nor  knowest  thou  what  argument  thy  life  to  thy 
neighbor's  creed  hath  lent.  —Emerson. 

While  we  deliberate  about  beginning,  it  is  already 
too  late  to  begin.  —Quintiiimu 

The  blessedness  of  life  depends  more  upon  its 
interests  than  upon  its  comforts.  —Geo.  Macdonaid. 

Try  to  put  well  in  practice  what  you  already 
know ;  in  so  doing  you  will,  in  good  time,  discover 
the  hidden  things  which  you  now  inquire  about. 

Rembrandt. 

The  surest  proof  of  being  endowed  with  noble 
qualities,  is  to  be  free  from  envy. 

— La  Rochefoucauld. 

His  heart  was  as  great  as  the  world,  but  there 
was  no  room  in  it  to  hold  the  memory  of  a  wrong. 

(Said  of  Lincoln.)  — Emerson. 

As  worldly  care  forms  the  greater  part  of  the 
staple  of  every  human  life,  there  must  be  some  mode 
of  viewing  and  meeting  it  which  converts  it  from  an 
enemy  of  spirituality  into  a  means  of  grace  and  spirit- 
ual advancement.  —H.  B.  stowe. 


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THE  ARROW  AND  THE  SONG. 

I  shot  an  arrow  into  the  air, 
It  fell  to  earth,  I  knew  not  where  ; 
For,  so  swiftly  it  flew,  the  sight 
Could  not  follow  it  in  its  flight. 

I  breathed  a  song  into  the  air, 
It  fell  to  earth,  I  knew  not  where  ; 
For  who  has  sight  so  keen  and  strong, 
That  it  can  follow  the  flight  of  song? 

Long,  long  afterward,  in  an  oak 
I  found  the  arrow,  still  unbroke  ; 
And  the  song,  from  beginning  to  end, 
I  found  again  in  the  heart  of  a  friend. 

— Longfellotu. 


Accustom  the  children  to  close  accuracy  of  state- 
ment, both  as  a  principle  of  honor,  and  as  an  accom- 
plishment of  language,  making  truth  the  test  of  per- 
fect language,  and  giving  the  intensity  of  a  moral 
purpose  to  the  study  and  art  of  words  ;  then,  carrying 
the  accuracy  into  all  habits  of  thought  and  observa- 
tion, so  as  always  to  think  of  things  as  they  truly  are, 
as  far  as  in  us  rests, — and  it  does  rest  much  in  our 
power,  for  all  false  thoughts  and  seeings  come  mainly 
of  our  thinking  of  what  we  have  no  business  with, 
and  looking  for  things  we  want  to  see,  instead  of 
things  which  ought  to  be  seen.  —Ruskin. 


Life  !   we've  been  long  together 
Through  pleasant  and  through  cloudy  weather, 
'Tis  hard  to  part  when  friends  are  dear, — 
Perhaps   'twill  cost  a  sigh,  a  tear ; 

Then  steal  away,  give  little  warning, 
Choose  thine  own  time  ; 
Say  not  Good  Night, — but  in  some  brighter  clime 

Bid  me  Good  Morning. 

— A.  L.  Barbauld. 


ETCHING. 

Know  ye  what  etching  is  ?     It  is  to  ramble 

On  copper;  in  a  summer  twilight's  hour 

To  let  sweet  fancy  fiddle  tunefully. 

It  is  the  whispering  from  Nature's  heart, 

Heard  when  we  wander  on  the  moor,  or  gaze 

On  the  sea,  on  fleecy  clouds  of  heaven,  or  at 

The  rushy  lake  where  playful  ducks  are  splashing; 

It  is  the  down  of  doves,  the  eagle's  claw ; 

'Tis  Homer  in  a  nutshell,  ten  commandments 

Writ  on  a  penny's  surface  ;  't  is  a  wish, 

A  sigh,  comprised  in  finely  chiseled  odes, 

A  little  image  in  its  bird's  flight  caught. 

It  is  to  paint  on  the  soft  gold-hued  copper 

With  sting  of  wasp  and  velvet  of  the  wings 

Of  butterfly,  by  sparkling  sunbeams  glowed. 

Even  so  the  etcher's  needle;  on  its  point 

Doth  catch  what  in  the  artist-poet's  mind 

Reality  and  fancy  did  create. 

—  Translated  by  Holda,  from  the  Low  Dutch  of  C.  Vosmaer, 


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After  we  come  to  mature  years,  there  is  nothing 
of  which  we  are  so  vividly  conscious  as  of  the  swift- 
ness of  time.  Its  brevity  and  littleness  are  the  theme 
of  poets,  moralists  and  preachers.  Yet  there  is  noth- 
ing of  which  there  is  so  much — nor  day  nor  night, 
ocean  nor  sky,  winter  nor  summer  equal  it.  It  is  a 
perpetual  flow  from  the  inexhaustible  fountains  of 
eternity: — And  we  have  no  adequate  conception  of 
our  earthly  life  until  we  think  of  it  and  live  in  it  as  a 
part  of  forever.  Now  is  eternity,  and  will  be,  to- 
morrow and  next  day,  through  the  endless  years  of 

God.  — Horatio  StebMns. 

It  has  been  well  said  that  "  in  much  of  the  world's 
best  work  the  unconscious  element  is  the  most  pre- 
cious." A  man's  life-work  may  be  a  failure,  from 
human  standpoints,  even  from  his  own  standpoint, 
and  yet  an  invisible  something  has  been  added  by 
him  to  the  priceless  stock  of  human  worth  and  fidel- 
ity. This  general  truth  is  a  consolation  to  lift  us  over 
many  a  stage  of  broken  and  disappointed  hope.  Life 
would  mortify,  and  passing  years  terrify,  were  it  not 
for  the  faith  that  Providence  has  far  more  to  effect 
out  of  every  sincere  life  than  we  can  count  or  meas- 
ure.     ~T.L.  Eliot. 


^^   Of  tBM*^^ 

u^hivsrsitt: 


E    PROFUNDIS. 

Beneath  Thy  hammer,  Lord  !  I  lie 

With  contrite  spirit  prone  : 
Oh,  mould  me  till  to  self  I  die 

And  live  to  Thee  alone. 

With  frequent  disappointments  sore 

And  many  a  bitter  pain, 
Thou  laborest  at  my  being's  core 

Till  I  be  formed  again. 

Smite,  Lord  !     Thy  hammer's  needful  wound 

My  baffled  hopes  confess. 
Thine  anvil  is  the  sense  profound 

Of  mine  own  nothingness. 

Smite  !  till  from  all  its  idols  free, 

And  filled  with  lov3  divine, 
My  heart  shall  know  no  good  but  Thee 

And  have  no  will  but  Thine.  —f.  h.  iicdae. 


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Hospitality  is  an  expression  of  divine  worship. 

—  Tabnud. 

Let  the  world  be  better,  brighter, 

For  your  having  trod  its  way  ; 
Let  your  hght  be  seen  afar 

Ere  sinks  down  hfe's  little  day.       —sister  Dora. 

Beware  of  desperate  steps.     The  darkest  day, 
Lived  till  to-morrow,  will  have  passed  away. 

— Cotvper. 

Be  not  simply  good  ;  be  good  for  something. 

—  T ho  re  ait. 

Every  man's  work  pursued  steadily  tends  to 
become  an  end  in  itself,  and  so  to  bridge  over  the 
loveless  chasms  in  his  life.  —George  Eliot. 

Be  brief;  for  it  is  with  words  as  with  sunbeams, 
the  more  they  are  condensed  the  deeper  they  burn. 

— Southey. 

To  me  the  eternal  existence  of  my  soul  is  proved 
from  my  idea  of  activity.  If  I  work  on  incessantly 
until  my  death,  nature  is  bound  to  give  me  another 
form  of  existence  when  the  present  one  can  no  longer 
sustain  my  spirit.  —Goethe. 


7b 


The  night  has  a  thousand  eyes, 

And  the  day  but  one  ; 
Yet  the  light  of  the  bright  world  dies 

With  the  dying  sun. 

The  mind  has  a  thousand  eyes, 

And  the  heart  but  one  ; 
Yet  the  light  of  a  whole  life  dies 

When  love  is  done. 

—F.  W.  Bourdillon. 


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So  high  as  a  tree  aspires  to  grow,  so  high  U'ill  it 
find  an  atmosphere  suited  to  it.  —riwrean. 

God  has  delivered  yourself  to  your  care,  and  says  : 
I  had  no  one  fitter  to  trust  than  you.  Preserve  this 
person  for  me  such  as  he  is  by  nature  ;  modest,  beau- 
tiful, faithful,  noble,  tranquil.  —Epictetus. 

Let  us  have  faith  that  right  makes  might,  and  in 
that  faith  let  us  to  the  end  dare  to  do  our  duty  as  we 
understand  it.  —Lincoln. 

Spring  unlocks  the  flowers  to  paint  the  laughing 

soil.  —Heber. 

Life  is  but  thought ;  so  think  I  will, 
That  youth  and  I  are  house-mates  still. 

— Coleridge. 

I  think  that  good  must  come  of  good, 

And  ill  of  evil — surely  unto  all 

In  every  place  or  time,  seeing  sweet  fruit 

Groweth  from  wholesome  roots,  or  bitter  things 

From  poison  stocks  :  yea,  seeing,  too,  how  spite 

Breeds  hate — and  kindness  friends — or  patience 

Peace.  —Ed-win  a  moid. 

It  is  very  difficult  to  be  learned  ;  it  seems  as  if 
people  were  worn  out  on  the  way  to  great  thoughts, 
and  can  never  enjoy  them  because  they  are  too  tired. 

— George  Eliot. 

Work  without  hope  draws  nectar  in  a  sieve, 
And  hope  without  an  object  can  not  live. 

— Shelley. 
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People  seem  not  to  see  that  their  opinion  of  the 
world  is  also  a  confession  of  character.         —Emerson. 

There  must  be  some  such,  to  be  some  of  all  sorts. 

— George  Eliot. 

What  is  so  universal  as  death  must  be  benefit. 

—Schiller. 

Once  more  a  music  rained  through  the  room. 
Low  it  splashed  like  a  sweet  star-spray, 
And  sobbed  like  tears  at  the  heart  of  May, 
And  died  as  laughter  dies  away.  —RossettL 

The  highest  culture  is  to  speak  no  ill. 

—Ella  Wheeler. 

Though  we  travel  the  world  over  to  find  the  beau- 
tiful, we  must  carry  it  with  us  or  we  find  it  not. 

— Emerson. 

Better  trust  all  and  be  deceived, 
And  weep  that  trust  and  that  deceiving. 

Than  doubt  one  heart  which,  if  believed, 
Had  blessed  one's  life  with  trpc  believing. 

— Frances  Anne  Kemble. 

There  is  only  one  way  to  have  good  servants  ; 
that  is,  to  be  worthy  of  being  well  served.  .  .  . 
Only  let  it  be  remembered  that  "kindness"  means 
as  with  your  child,  so  with  your  servant,  not  indul- 
gence, but  care.  —Kuskin. 

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Hitch  thy  wagon  to  a  star. 

— Emerson. 

Aspiration  is  inspiration. 

— Horace  Davis. 

Thinking  is  the  talking  of  the  soul  with  itself. 

—Plato. 

Somewhere,  for  God  is  good, 
Life's  blossoms,  unfulfilled. 
Must  spring  from  dust  and  gloom 

To  perfect  bloom.  —Ina  D.  Coolbrith. 

The  language  of  excitement  is  at  best  but  pict- 
uresque merely.     You  must  be  calm  before  you  can 

utter  oracles,  —Thoreau, 

Taste  is  nothing  else  than  good  sense  delicately 
put  in  force,  and  genius  is  reason  in  its  most  sub- 
lime form.  —Chenier. 

Little  minds  are  too  much  hurt  by  little  things  ; 
great  minds  are  quite  conscious  of  them,  and  de- 
spise them.  —La  Rochefoticaidd. 

Forenoon  and  afternoon  and  night, — Forenoon, 

And  afternoon  and  night, — 

Forenoon,  and — what ! 

The  empty  song  repeats  itself.     No  more  ? 

Yea,  that  is  life  :  make  this  forenoon  sublime, 

This  afternoon  a  psalm,  this  night  a  prayer. 

And  Time  is  conquered,  and  thy  crown  is  won. 

—E.  R.  Sill. 

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THE     ETERNAL    GOODNESS. 

I  know  not  where  His  islands  lift 

Their  fronded  palms  in  air  ; 
I  only  know  I  cannot  drift 

Beyond  His  love  and  care. 

O  brothers  !   if  my  faith  is  vain, 

If  hopes  like  these  betray, 
Pray  for  me  that  my  feet  may  gain 

The  sure  and  safer  way. 

And  Thou,  O  Lord  !  by  whom  are  seen 

Thy  creatures  as  they  be, 
Forgive  me  if  too  close  I  lean 

My  human  heart  on  Thee. 

— John  Greenleaf  Wltittier^ 


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INDEX  OF   POEMS. 


The  Noble  Nature Ben  Jonson    . 

True  Rest /o/in  S.  Dwight 

A  Prayer  FOR  Light  AND  Peace    .      .  Stopford  A.  Brooke 

No  Unbelief Lizzie  York  Case 

Grown  Old  With  Nature       .      .     .  John  Vance  Cheney 

A  Fancy Ina  D.  Coolbrith 

Lines  on  Revisiting  the  Banks  of 

Wye  Words-worth 

Home E.  R.  Sill       .     . 

Opportunity E.  R.  Sill 

One  Week Amie  S.  Page 

April  in  California E.  R.  Sill 

Paganini 

Abou  Ben  Adhem Leigh  Hunt  . 

My  Star Robert  Browning 

The  Arrow  and  the  Song       .     .     .  H.  W.  Longfellow 

Life .  A.  L.  Barbauld 

Etching C.  Vosmaer   . 

''E  Profundus"     ........  F.  H.  Hedge 

Light F.  W.  Bourdillon 


The  Eternal  Goodness 


John  Green  lea/Wh  it  tier    7  8 , 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 


iEsop,  17. 

Angelo,  Michael,  17,  35. 
Arnold,  Edwin,  75. 
Auerbach,  25. 
Ausonius,,  17^ 

Bacon,  10,  65. 

Bailey,  Philip  James,  46. 

Balzac,  31,  34. 

Barbauld,  Anna  Laetitia,  69. 

Beecher,  Henry  Ward,  24,  31, 

49. 
Blair,  42. 
Bourdillon,  74. 
Bovee,  12,  31,  46. 
Brooke,  Stopford  A.,  14. 
Brooks,  Phillips,  20. 
Browning,  Robert,  10,  16,  31, 

43>  50.  63,  64. 
Browning,  E.  B.*,  12. 
Byron,  21. 

Carlyle,   10,   15,  25,  29,  30,  33, 

43,  49,  62. 
Gary,  Alice,  35,  38. 
Case,  Lizzie  York,  19 
Channing,  21,  33. 
Cheney,  John  Vance,  23. 
Chenier,  77. 
Chesterfield,  15,  35. 


Cicero,  29,  42. 

Clarke,  Jas.  Freeman,  50,  53, 

Claudius,  16. 

Coleridge,  75. 

Colton,  C.  C,  20,  33,  42. 

Coolbrith,  Ina  D.,  28,  77. 

Cowper,  27,  73. 

Davis,  Horace,  77, 
Democritus,  17. 
Dickens,  34,  54. 
Dora,  Sister,  73. 
Dowd,  Emma  C,  35. 
Dutch  Proverb,  29. 
Dwight,  John  S,,  11. 

Eliot,  George,  12,  22,  25,  26,  29, 
30.  33>  40,  42,  49,  53,  62,  73, 
75.  76. 

Eliot,  T.  L.,  71. 


Emerson, 


[5,  20,  21,  22, 


26,  29,  31,  33,  34,  35,  38,  40, 
41.  43.  44.  46,  49.  50,  54,  57. 
58,  61,  62,  65,  66,  76,  77. 
Epictetus,  75. 

Faber.  F.  W.,  22. 
Farrar,  Canon,  61,  62. 
Fenelon,  21. 
Feuchtersleben,f  16. 


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Fitzgerald,  Edward,  21. 
Franklin,  42,  54. 
Fuller,  Margaret,  10,  30. 

Goethe,  16,  25,  31,  35,  53,  73. 

Hamerton,  Philip,  40,  58, 
Hardy,  A.  S.,  22. 
Hare,  41. 
Heber,  75. 
Hedge.  F.  H.,  72. 
Heraclitus,  34. 
Holm,  Saxe,  41. 
Holmes,  O.  W.,  44,  51. 
Hood,  58. 

Hooper,  Ellen  Sturgis,  40. 
Howe,  Julia  Ward,  27. 
Hugo,  Victor,  26,  49,  62. 
Hunt,  Helen,  43,  47,  55. 
Hunt,  Leigh,  60. 

IngersoU,  Robt.,  12,  30,  65, 

Jackson,  Helen  Hunt.  43.  47»  55- 
Johnson,  Dr.,  38,  61,  65. 
Jonson,  Ben,  9. 

Karr,  Alphonse,  26. 
Keats,  57. 

Kemble,  Frances  Anne,  76. 
King,  Starr,  47- 

Lavater,  15,  65. 
Lincoln,  Abraham,  75. 
Longfellow,  H.  W.,  18,  20,  32,  43, 

46,  48,  50.  57.  59.  67- 
Lowell,  Jas.  Russell,  13,  20,  40, 

42.  57- 
La  Rochefoucauld,  30,  53,  61,  66, 

77- 


Macdonald,  Geo.,  10,  20, 43,62, 66. 
Mallock,  2f. 
Mann,  Horace,  12. 
Meredith,  Owen,  49. 
Montague,  31. 
Montaigne,  5,  53. 
More,  Hannah,  7. 
Miller,  Joaquin,  15, 
Mirabeau,  29. 

Newton,  Heber,  20. 

Ossoli,  Margaret  Fuller,  lo,  30, 

Page,  Amie  S.,  27,  45. 
Pascal,  22. 

Paul,  Jean,  16,  50,  53. 
Pindar,  17. 
Plato,  TO,  54,  77. 
Plautus,  66. 
Pope,  17,  49,  61. 
Prentice,  G.  D.,  29. 
Pythagoras,  17. 

Quintilian,  66. 

Racine,  17. 
Rembrandt,  66. 
Reynolds,  Joshua,  54. 
Richter,  Jean  Paul,  16,  50,  53. 
Rochefoucauld,  30,  53,    i,  66,  67. 
Rossetti,  Dante  Gabriel,  76. 
Rousseau,  34. 
Rumbold,  Richard,  22. 
Ruskin,  29,  50,  54,  57,  61,  62,  65, 
68.  76. 

Schiller.  76. 

Scott.  Sir  Walter,  41. 

Seneca,  22,  "25. 


Shelley.  75. 

Shakespeare,   12,    15,  20,  27.    30, 

34.  43.  46.  49.  57.  58. 
Sheridan,  26. 
Shutter,  Marion,  65. 
Sidney,  Sir  Philip,  49. 
Sill,  E.  R.,  37,  39.  52,  77. 
Smiles,  22. 
Smith,  M.  R.,  42. 
Southey,  73. 

Spencer,  Herbert,  12,  38. 
Spofford..  Harriet  Prescott,  55. 
Stael,  Madame  do,  54. 
Stebbins,  Horatio,  17,  51,  71. 
Stevenson,  R,  L.,  31. 
Stowe.  H.  B.,  66- 
Swift,  61, 


Talmud,  21,  40,  61,  73. 

Taylor,  Jeremy,  31. 

Tennyson,  15,  18,  24,  26,  36,  38, 

40,  42,  43,  46,  50,  53,  65. 
Thoreau,  16,  17,  30,  38,  46,  57,  73, 

75.  77- 
Tillotson,  42. 

Vosmaer,  70. 

Wendte,  C.  W.,  15,  21,  59. 
Wilcox,  Ella  Wheeler,  33,  58,  76. 
Whittier,  35,  63,  78, 
Woods,  J.  S.,  16. 
Wordsworth,  18,  32,  40,  50. 


Young,  57. 


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